Insomnia; Poem

Too tired to write,

but my mind is filled,

with thoughts and revelations,

to spill.

So many years I woke up,

with a pill,

getting closer to freedom-

I know that I will.

Changes bring memories,

that rise up like foam,

on the waves- chaotic-

of places I’m from.

The voices can be greater,

-hypocrite, liar, unworthy, unclean-

but the Words of my Father

in Heaven are true.

As I sink deeper into the night,

I remember the glory

that shines

and never, ever give up

without a fight.






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